She blinked, trying to keep her eyes open, but they were so dry and uncomfortable. Shutting them, she tried to concentrate on the simple act breathing. She couldn’t remember what was going on. Her mind was swirling, something was terribly wrong with her. She tried reaching for her forehead, but she couldn’t even move her fingers. She drew in a deep breath and moaned softly as she felt a disgusting film over the inner layers of her throat. She swallowed and that brought about a gag reflex, propelling her body forward. Then, it was as if her brain finally woke. The memories came rushing back to her in a jumbled mess. Clearly her brain wasn’t functioning as well as it was supposed to. Paige pulled out the images that appeared important. The hotel. The letters in the drawers. “Cole…” she mumbled. “You—” “Shh, it’s okay. Here, drink this.” She was pushed back against the chair, and she felt something at her lips. She tried to move, to turn her head, but she was so tired.
